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Speechless, Jack stared at his friend, mouth open in disbelief, his heart in his throat. How could Mac do this to him? He would die before he would ever leave his brother behind. They will have to kill him and drag his body out. He'd never willingly just leave the kid to his fate. Mac had to know that, didn't he?

He refused to look at his friend, he knew Jack wasn't going to be very happy with all this so he just glared at the lunatic in front of him.

"How fascinating!" Sinclair declared, "You care about your partner so much that you would trade your life for his. Oh my, this is interesting!" Sinclair stated, practically salivating.

Mac glanced towards his friend, Mac saw fear and betrayal on his friend's face. heart ached for causing the emotions he saw on his friends face. He quickly looked away from him and returned his gaze to the arms dealer. He knew the former Delta would probably have a hard time with this deal. He knew how serious Jack took his job. Jack always put Mac's safety and life ahead of his own. Mac still didn't believe he deserved such a high level of devotion. His selfless act was also a bit selfish at the same time because Mac couldn't lose Jack. Jack had become, not only his best friend and brother, but also like a father to him and he knew he wouldn't survive watching another parent die.

"I cannot let either of you go, I'm afraid. You see, I've worked too hard to keep my anonymity over the years, and now you two know what I look like, also I haven't had this much fun in a long time!" Their captor said, smiling evilly.

Relief flooded through Jack at their captors words. They weren't going to take him away from his brother. That's all that mattered to him.

"I can promise that I will make your deaths quick once I receive the information I desire. Everyone talks eventually, afterall I have a perfect record." Sinclair bragged.

"Now that I know where your soft spot is, Mr. MacGyver, are you ready to end all this needless suffering?" Mac, cast his eyes at the floor and shook his head no. "I wonder how long you will let your friend suffer? Hmm, we shall see, I suppose." Sinclair sauntered over to the table.

The agents looked at each other, while their captor stood at the table, running his hand over the devices laid there. Mac's expression was apologetic, how had this backfired so horribly? Jack shook his head as he mouthed "Not your fault."

Mac knew Jack didn't blame him, but Mac knew there was no one else to blame but him. He had panicked and showed them his weakness and now they were going to hurt Jack more because of him. Mentally kicking himself, he looked towards the table and Sinclair. Their captor was seemingly having a difficult time deciding on what mode of torture he wanted to use next.

Feeling his partner's gaze, Mac turned to face him again. Mac had seen this look from Jack many times, it was his 'I'm worried about you man, you ok?' face. Mac shook his head exasperatedly, only Jack would be worried about him when he was the one about to be tortured with Lord knows what.

Sinclair strode over, knife in hand once more. "Mr. Dalton, do you have anything you would like to say before we get back to it?"

"Yeah I got somethin'" Jack replied, flashing a smile, "fuck you!"

As Sinclair landed a punch below his left eye, he felt blood start seeping out and running down his face again. He felt the cold steel of the blade slide up under his chin, which forced him to raise his line of sight to that of their captor. "I'm really going to enjoy this, Mr. Dalton," Sinclair said in a low menacing voice. Smiling as he slit open Jack's chin.

"Remove this one's shirt," he tossed the order over his shoulder to his goons.

Alex came forward, pulled out a pocket knife, and began to cut off what was left of Jack's soaked t-shirt.

"You could've at least bought me dinner first," Jack snarked which earned him another fist to his midsection. His breath came out with a pained oof. The last of Jack's shirt came away revealing the slices across his chest and ribs, two stab wounds, one located at his left shoulder and another one just above his right hip bone, as well as, an impressive number of bruises in varying shades of purple and blue. Jack hated the look of guilt on the younger agent's face. The kid was going to blame himself for what was about to happen to Jack. He would have to try his hardest to hold back any sounds of pain, so Mac wouldn't feel as much guilt.

Sinclair made his way back over, knife still in hand. He slid it over Jack's abdomen, coming to a stop at the stab wound near his waistband.

Mac winced in sympathy when he saw the wound on Jack's lower abdomen. It looked very irritated and swollen. That must have been where the rest of the blood he had seen in the water had come from.

Jack unconsciously held his breath. Sinclair glanced over to Mac, to make certain that the younger man was watching, he started to slowly push the knife into Jack's flesh.

The former Delta futilely tried to pull his hands free to stop the assault. He was unable to stop the raspy cry that departed his lips. The whole area was so much more sensitive and painful because of the damage Sinclair had previously inflicted there. He could feel the sharp fire of the tip, slice through the aching flesh that had just started the process of trying to knit itself back together. His body shook with the pain and he couldn't hold back a whimper.

Mac felt sick to his stomach, he felt rage and guilt unlike anything he had felt before, as he watched this happen to the toughest man he's ever known. His eyes and throat started to burn when he heard the whimper escape from his best friend.

With the knife buried to the hilt Sinclair asked again, "Where is my hard drive?"

"Go fuck yourself!" Jack spat back, his chest heaving. Sinclair grabbed the knife and started twisting it. Jack screamed. He couldn't hold it in. It felt like his insides were being shredded.

This was Mac's worst nightmare, being helpless to save his loved ones. Just like he was helpless to save his mom. Jack's scream pierced and twisted into his heart just as surely as Sinclairs blade was doing to his brother. "Jack" Mac called softly. He desperately wanted to help Jack, but all he could do was call his name to let him know that he wasn't alone.

Sinclair let go of the knife, looking pleased with his work. Jack's breath was coming in short gasps. Sinclair reached down with one hand to grip Jack's forearm and used the other hand to do the same to his other arm before leaning in close to the agent's face and whispered, "Have you had enough Mr.- ahhhh!" Sinclair screamed, having received another headbutt to the bridge of his nose. "You are a dead man!" Their captor bellowed.

"I thought I warned you about staying out of my bubble, you don't catch on too quick, dude," Jack quipped. Looking towards his goons, "Surely next time he nose not to do that." Jack said, flashing his brilliant smile with a wink at Mac, who couldn't help but return a grin to his partner. He would never tell Jack that he secretly admired his partner's ability to come up with puns, during intense life or death moments, also apparently, just seconds after a knife had been twisted in his side.

The enraged Sinclair pounced on Jack, knocking the heavy chair backwards, with his knee on the agent's chest he whaled on Jack until exhaustion took over. Turning to Alex and Levi, Sinclair shouted, breathing heavily, "Why are you just standing there? Do your job!" The goons looked at each other briefly, then walked over to their prisoners.

Rolling his head to the side to look at his partner, Jack saw Mac take a hit to his face. He tried to say no, but all that came out was a moan. Alex lifted Jack's chair upright and, not wasting any time, he delivered a punch to the agent's gut then another to his temple. The hit had Jack's vision graying at the edges. The darkness promised relief. He refused to willingly let go, he had to watch out for Mac.

A particularly hard hit to Mac's jaw had him spitting blood.

Jack, blinking hard to try and clear his fuzzy vision, took another hit to his temple, which proved to be too much for even his thick skull. He succumbed to the darkness.

"Jack!" Mac called worriedly, seeing his friend's chin drop to his chest. His partner didn't budge. Anger bubbled up in Mac. He couldn't hold back the pained shout when Levi hit too close to his broken rib.

He watched as Sinclair walked up to his unconscious friend and yanked out the knife that he had left in Jack. Sinclair said something to Alex that he couldn't make out and stormed out of the room, slamming the knife back onto the table as he left.

A couple more hits and Mac joined his friend in oblivion.

The two henchmen looked at each other, "Is it just me or are these guys' heads extra hard?" Levi asked, rubbing his busted knuckles, as they left.